Catching the Moon

An end-of-summer photo essay

The moon is full. She asks, but I don’t really know why we can sometimes see the moon during the day. Something about the sun’s light, I assume. And the swallows! They fly past us, exhilaratingly close, screeching together in small groups, looking for a place to land.

She tells a story of a butterfly that flew so high it caught the moon. She pretends to lasso it with her jean jacket, George Bailey style. I imagine the butterfly, who was supposed to stay among the blades of grass, flying higher and higher in the sky, going where it wanted to, on an adventure to catch the moon. She says maybe the butterfly can bring the moon back down to earth. I tell her I think that’s a good thought. Maybe it can.

We spot an airplane cutting a line across the golden moon. The sun reflects off the aircraft making it glow red. Maybe the airplane can grab the moon, she says. Maybe it can, I say. And then we can get on, too, and fly and fly and fly.

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This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series "Moment in Time".